As my cellphone sits atop the table at almost midnight,
I think about you again this year.
"If I wasn't able to find happiness, please come for me."
It's been three years since you said that before you left.

I'm a wimpy Santa, for I wasn't able to make you happy.
Back then something was lacking; I only had love and nothing else.
I'm a wimpy Santa, for I wasn't able to treasure you.
I'm such a kid, that I still can't give you a good answer.
I love you, I love you, I love you, but we can't always be together.
This is the third time I'm saying Merry Christmas to you.

"I think you'll be much better staying single."
You sounded so mature on that day, that it caught me off guard.
"I am not your mother, you know?" With a sorrowful face,
you said to me. I couldn't understand what you meant back then.

I'm a wimpy Santa, for I wasn't able to make you happy.
Back then I was dreaming; I only had my dream and nothing else.
I'm a wimpy Santa, for I wasn't able to protect you.
I'm such a kid, that I still can't find any good words.
I love you, I love you, I love you, but we can't always be together.
This is the third time I'm saying Merry Christmas to you.

I'm a wimpy Santa, for I left on you some unhappy memories.
I may be a wimpy Santa, but even now I still love you.
I'm a wimpy Santa, but now I am able to make you happy.
I may still be a kid, but I have grown a little since then.
I love you, I love you, I love you, and I am still by myself right now.
This is the third time I'm saying Merry Christmas to you.
I love you, I love you, I love you, and I am still by myself right now.
This is the third time I'm saying Merry Christmas to you.